Evening all. Long time lurker, first time poster, all that jazz.
I never thought I’d have a story to tell on this subreddit. I haven’t seen any action for the last two-and-a-half years, and I didn’t expect that to change any time soon. On Saturday night, it did.
**The Backstory**
I met a girl, who for the purposes of this story is called Justine, about this time last year. I had just started professional wrestling training, whereas she had been doing it on and off for a while. Being someone who admits themselves to be not in particularly good physical shape, I was reassured when Justine welcomed me into the sessions, and we got on reasonably well. However, due to a regular ol’ mugging in which I got bottled in the back of the head, I had to give it up (pro wrestling is extremely conscious of concussions, so no hard feelings). Justine and I kept loosely in touch over the next few months, but not to any remarkable extent.